The Trap Called Life
21st Century
You go to school from four years old, the first part of your life,
When that's done, if you're lucky, college takes another slice,
After years of studying, finally ready for your job,
And from morning till evening you'll work, except the sick days that you rob.
Sure you get vacation, about three weeks every year,
And when time for the long one comes there're grey parts in your hair.
So, to put it in a nutshell, you work from four to sixty-five,
And by the time you get that old, you're tired being alive.
DayPoems Poem No. 2401
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2401.html">The Trap Called Life by Andrew Murray</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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